choco pie shreyasi (30-11-1996 / gwaliour)
Grandpa's horoor story
Grandparents are the fav. of grandchildren & yes grandchildren are the fav. of grandparents. every-time i have a chat with my grandpa he has something new to tell...he has so many real life encounters of him that he saves for the moment of our special talk. so this article is about a real life encounter of my grandpa which i simply named-
'grandpa's horror story'
one night i was having a chat with my grandpa. As usual he had a special story that he remembered after giving so much stress to his mind. he started narrating me his story- and i frequently closed my eyes and started imagining the scenes in my mind.
he started with the scene....when it was a night, he after completing his duty time was preparing to home. he told the watchman to check before locking the room &went to home. the watchman after everyone was gone, locked the office without having any check! !
it was 12 at midnight when the watchman heard an owl making noise in a very weird manner! ! the watchman without looking here & there closed his eyes! ! suddenly after sometime he heard a noise which was coming from office.the noise was of knocking the door.when the watchman went towards the office to see, he saw that the noise became more louder & it was knocking the door in the most horrible way.this frightened the watchman who went running to call my grandpa. my grandpa in a very heroic manner went with the watchman towards the office. when my grandpa too heard that noise, the watchman shouted in the most fearful manner & said 'ghost! ghost! '...my grandpa told me that he in a very heroic manner told him to go to sleep. but i know that my grandpa's the most fearful person in this whole world. however, i know that he is inspired form Bollywood films but i also know that not in a heroic manner, he ordered him in a fearful manner. when my grandpa turned around & was desperate to go to home...suddenly the voice became more horrible & my grandpa ran as fast as he can. after my grandpa left the watchman recruiting some dare tried to peep-in but he was not able to see anything as there was not a single window made up of wood they were all glass windows through which a person can't see & can't hear from outside! ! when the noise became very horrible the watchman went to the nearby STD PCO booth & made a call to their boss. after hearing everything their boos ordered to call some policemen from the nearby police-station which was very near from the office. when the watchman told everything to the policemen they in a very daring manner went towards the office but as they heard the noise of knocking of the door in a very horrible manner they refused to help the watchman & ran as fast as they can, like this the night passed & it was 4 at the morning when my grandpa came with a person who used to work in the same office & a good friend of my grandpa. the watchman was crying in more horrible manner than knocking noise was! ! my grandpa still in fear from inside but showing heroism from outside forced his friend to open the door. when his friend after recruiting so much dare opened the door, he found that a dog in a very horrible manner ran as fast as it can...then my grandpa told that it was a dog who was making horrible noise when it was locked alone in the office! !
while hearing this story i was too in a fear but at the end i laughed as much as i can! ! i think you too have many stories with your grandparents but if not at least spend an hour with them & have a talk, a good chat with them. they are always keen to tell you something or anything...this will not only makes them feel happy that someone cares for them but also destroys our stress...then what are you waiting for? ? go make some coffee for them & have a wonderful chat with them... it's my promise that they definitely have their own horror story! !
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